Rosaline

Ethan was in a state of panic. He should have stopped earlier. This was a mess because he had been careless and had gotten noticed. But wait! Who in that house would know his exact name?

Slowly, he turned around, remaining vigilant, his hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist. But his amber eyes widened when he saw the face in front of him, a woman he had met in Broughton.

"You're Ethan, aren't you?" the woman in front of Ethan asked, gazing at him with a mix of astonishment and surprise, just like he was.

"Sarah?" Ethan whispered.

"Come here." Sarah quickly took Ethan's arm and led him to a room.

"Sarah, can you—"

"What are you doing here?" the woman asked, her eyes narrowing.

The gentle countenance that had adorned her during their time in Broughton now only revealed fatigue and worry.

"Rebecca lied to me and Helena about her true identity, didn't she?" Ethan asked, wanting to ascertain the situation he was facing.